Her Chamber's without Rocks, it smoothly stands,
With walls Erected like her Ivory Hands.
Or else the Fruit (for want of Fertile ground)
Had been nought worth, the Sonnes (to beare) unsound.
One Staffe was placed underneath her Bed,
And on the same another Flourished:
Trimmed up with Art, and very Temperate,
Least her fine Limbs should freeze for lack of heate.
Her Chamber doore was Lock'd and Bolted fast,
Admitting none to Trouble her, First, or Last:
The Furnace-Mouth likewise contrived, so,
That thence no vapourous Matter forth could goe.
And when the Issue there was Putrifyed
The Fine from Filthy flesh she did Divide:
Ressembling Phoebe in her Fullest Light
And Breathing, Sol himselfe was not more Bright.
Her time being come, what she conceiv'd before
Is now Re-borne, (sets ope her Chamber-door;
And being soe) resumes a Kingly State
Possessing fully Heaven's Propitious Fate.
supported by 6 fans who also own “Act IV - Conception”
Raw, aggressive, an unyielding, which is pretty much everything there is to love about black metal. An absolutely tour de force that will have you throwing up horns and sticking your tongue out as you “BLEGH!” your way through this EP. Kirk Gauthier
A blackened doom concept record about the very real problem of amphibian extinction, “Croak” is a punishing, essential listen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2022
supported by 5 fans who also own “Act IV - Conception”
Both of these bands have the distinction of completely wretched vocals, some of the most disgusting you will hear. Musically I’m partial to Atra Mors, but Torver rips as well with intense blackened punk. Unholy Invocation is the weirdest black metal song I’ve ever heard, and that’s saying something. It sounds more like the theme to a cop show, or a cheesy horror film, from the 70s or early 80s. Metallurgical Fire